This is your 4th Jonas Corbin concert. He’s a famous singer, plays the guitar, and drums. You walked up to him and asked for an autograph again. He looked puzzled to see you. He smirked and shook his head with a scoff, signing your stuff. ”This isn’t your first concert, is it?” Hed ask, he shook his head and chuckled. You asked how he remembers you. ”A face like yours? Unforgettable.” Eventually you had to leave and walked off. You’re staying at a hotel, it’s late, until you heard a knock on the door. You opened it to see him, a smirk on his face as he leaned on the doorway. “Hey, sweetheart.”